When I was a kid, the funniest thing my Ma could say was "same to you with brass knobs on." It would dissolve my brother and I into hysterics on the floor. It sounded so uncharacteristically rude from a woman whose worst swear word for many years was a passionate "SUGAR!!" Another classic Ma funny that we made her repeat over and over was "Hootsmon! There's a moose loose aboot this hoose!" I had no idea what it meant but lordy, it made me laff.

Of course, once Ma ditched the good-girl act and her kids reached adolescence, she started swearing like a sailor. I suspect, just between you and me, that she had been doing it all along. Sneaky. Although we did teach her a thing or two... she once got some very wide eyes and dropped jaws in a meeting at work when she used the word 'fugly'. Heheh.

Can't remember why I started rambling about Ma's potty mouth. I was going to say "Bugger this blogging-every-day nonsense, I'm just not that interesting, or interested in being tied to a computer, especially on weekends when I'd rather be out noodling in a real three-dimensional world." Which is exactly what I did. The Curmudgeon and I dropped into The Village in the Edinburgh Gardens on Friday night - what a cool little place this was. It was a country-town carnival dropped into the inner city, and populated by Fitzroy hipsters. Lots of wacky performances. We did donuts in the Feetbus and enjoyed the Barina of Mystery - a dance piece performed in the front seat of a small cruddy hatchback. Cursed my long-broken camera because there was some visual fun to be had there, indeedy. Perhaps the most interesting was seeing all the gals (myself included) get prickly when a troupe of burlesque beauties paraded about in slow self-adoration, and all the boys started to drool. As my friend there said, "They're turning my boy on, and I don't like it." Imagine the photographs - women with narrowed eyes holding back their eager boys who had suddenly developed an intense interest in performance art...